I remember you.

You were wearing purple sneakers

The first day we met.

They were stupid. But I remember.

I remember the day after the first day we met.

Your sneakers weren't purple this time

But you still looked funny.

I fell in love with you on the third day.

I'll always remember that it was on Valentine's Day.

You gave me chocolate and smiled at me crookedly.

I don't know why you did that. But I'll never forget it.

On the fourth day you wore those ridiculous shoes again.

It might just be because I was in love you,

But I thought you looked kind of adorable.

It was the fifth day that you finally asked me out on a date.

Had it really only been five days?

I don't remember anymore.

Cliché as it sounds, I felt like I'd known you forever.

The sixth and seventh and eighth days blurred together

Until I decided to stop counting days.

You were mine now. And I was free.

We went on like that for a while.

It wasn't exactly a steamy love affair

But we were perfect in our awkwardness.

It's hard to remember better times then the ones I had with you.

If I had to guess, it was around the three hundred and forty seventh day that you ran away

I told you that I hated you.

You said that you'd come back.

And secretly I hoped that I'd been the only one lying.

I remember that you didn't come back the next day

Or the next

Or the next

I desperately wanted to forget those days.

But I've never been good at forgetting.

Yesterday a man knocked on my door.

He looked like you, but grown.

He was wearing stupid purple shoes and crooked smile.

He looked unsure of himself as he told me he loved me.

But don't worry,

I Remember you.